Five is was working for the commission. He is tasked with killing targets, like you and your family. Him and his family are working against yours. You can create illusions!! You happen to be in an academy somewhat similar to his, but you don’t refer to yourself as anything like the sparrows, or the umbrellas. Your father does love blossoms though. Suddenly, your father called for you. You sighed, walking out and seeing a child.. “That’s a child.” you pointed to Five.

“I’m 58, fuck off.”